She had come to the city on business to attend a meeting in a hotel located at the airport. During the two and a half days the meeting lasted she never left the hotel. She attended the meetings there, ate meals in the hotel’s restaurant and even worked out in the gym on the top floor. As she was packing to fly home, shortly after the meeting ended, she received a phone call from the airline telling her the flight she was scheduled to take home had been canceled. A severe storm in the city where she lived had prevented any flights from taking off or landing. She would be stuck alone for yet another night. At first she was annoyed, but then began to enjoy the freedom the bad weather afforded her. After all, it wasn’t her fault the flight was canceled. Her company would pay for the extra night at the hotel. Furthermore, she was finished with her business and could relax and enjoy the evening.
She called her husband and told him what had happened, then undressed and took a long hot bubble bath, luxuriating in the oversized tub, wondering whether she might have some unexpected adventure that night. She led a very conservative, circumscribed life and often fantasized about doing something dangerous, close to the edge — something like spending a night with a total stranger, abandoning herself to his every desire.
Of course she had never carried any of her fantasies to reality, never even come close, but perhaps this was the night to try it. Perhaps the storm that had stranded her here where she was completely anonymous was the trigger event she had been waiting for, the opportunity to give herself over, just once, to her wildest, most secret dreams.
She finished bathing, dried herself with one of the large, soft towels provided by the hotel, and dabbed perfume on her neck, between her breasts and on her inner thighs. She put on a pair of black thong bikini panties, high-heeled open toed shoes with straps that circled her ankles, and a skimpy bra that showed off her nipples, even through the see-through white blouse. The skirt was gray silk and was slit up one side. It clung to her body and when she walked it moved with her like a second skin. Even though she had no occasion to wear anything like that during the course of the meeting, she had brought the outfit along anyway. Had she somehow hoped, secretly, that she would get an opportunity like this to wear it, she wondered, and the notion made her tremble slightly?
After dressing she stood in front of the mirror that hung above the dresser and applied her makeup. She chose a crimson blush that gave her cheeks a slightly feverish look, accenting her high cheekbones. Then she penciled her eyelids and put on a dark gray eye shadow that complimented her large blue eyes and finally, lipstick that made her sensual mouth seductively appealing.
Her hair was wild and curly. She had worn it up in a French twist for the entire conference, but now it hung a mass of fire down her back. She stood for several minutes running her fingers through it, the pull sending a tingle down the back of her neck. She then turned off all but a single light near the bed, checked herself once more in the mirror, and walked from her room to the elevator. By the time she reached the ground floor of the hotel she had given herself over to the woman of her fantasy so completely that a casual acquaintance would not even have recognized her. She realized this to be true when on her way to the hotel bar; she passed another woman who had been at the business meeting. The woman glanced momentarily at her and walked by without saying a thing.
There was a jazz quartet playing in the dimly lit hotel bar. They were quite good, especially the man on the saxophone. The sensual, slightly gritty sound from his horn enveloped her instantly as she walked across the room. She took a seat at a small table set against the wall farthest from the band, ordered a glass of wine, and began to casually survey the room as she listened to the music.
In the first hour she sat there, three men offered to buy her a drink but none appealed to her, so in each case she declined. At various tables other men sat in twos or threes, a couple with women, none with which she wanted to act out her fantasy. Finally, after she’d finished her third glass of wine she decided that it just wasn’t going to work at all and resigned herself to spending the rest of the night alone in her room. She took out her compact, opened it, and was in the middle of putting on fresh lipstick when she suddenly felt as though she were being watched. She looked to her left and saw a man sitting several tables away. The man was staring straight at her.
She hadn’t seen him come in. She would have noticed because he looked different from any of the others who all wore suits or sport jackets with ties and had stomachs that, to one degree or another, hung over their belts. This man wore faded jeans and an open-necked shirt. He was tall and had the powerful build of an athlete, with strong shoulders, and a flat stomach. She could see the ropy veins in his forearms. His face looked chiseled and hard. She couldn’t tell precisely how old he was but she guessed he was real young, to young for her to be thinking about bedding that’s for sure. She was thirty, but liked men who were younger, especially if they looked like him. She had the feeling he could be rough with her, but wouldn’t hurt her, and he would probably take his time, giving as much pleasure as he took.
As the man continued to gaze at her, never taking his eyes from hers, she finished applying her lipstick. Then, she slowly ran her tongue over the tip of the lipstick and then lightly over her lips again before returning it to her handbag. She had never done something so openly sexual in public before and in spite of the wine felt a flicker of nervousness.
She rose from her chair and left the bar. Feeling his eyes burning through her, she hoped he would follow her and her body began to tremble at the thought. She took the elevator back upstairs, walked down the long corridor to her room, and unlocked the door, which she left slightly ajar. Never in her life had she done anything this risky, but in spite of the danger, or maybe because of it, she felt compelled to continue with the fantasy. It was as though she had somehow stepped into a magnetic field from which there was no escape, no turning back, no other choice but to see it through. Trembling even more now, she walked to the dresser and looked once again into the ornate mirror that hung above it. Her breathing quickened, she felt slightly dizzy, and she put a hand on the dresser to steady her weakening knees. The tingling sensation immediately returned, only this time it spread from her neck, down her back and around to her belly. She continued to stare at her reflection, and as she did the man’s face appeared behind hers. She looked up and their eyes met, but neither of them said a word. She paused and very lightly ran her tongue over her mouth — all the while watching him, as he watched her. When his hands gripped her shoulders and began moving down her arms, she shuddered and gasped, almost inaudibly.
His hands continued to move over her silky flesh from her waist, down her hips, and then forwards, caressing her stomach and her upper thighs. It was as though she was watching someone else — two people in an erotic movie — yet at the same time she knew by his touch that it was absolutely real. Still, neither of them spoke. He untied the straps of the dress that crisscrossed her back, allowing it to slip from her shoulders. At the same time he pressed himself closer against her body and gently kissed her perfumed neck. “Now” she cried out softly, then louder as the dress fell in a heap at her feet. She quickly stepped out of it and his powerful hands moved over her shoulders to unsnap her bra to remove it. His hands traveled the length of her body to her thong panties, his index finger easing into the tiny waistband. Without warning, he pulled, ripping them from her body and at that moment the unbridled passion between them filled the room. He stood tight against her back as he cupped her breasts in his hands.
He kissed the back of her neck, biting her gently, kissing some more, and alternating between the two over and over again. With every kiss, lightning bolts shot through her system. Her breathing was inaudible as he fondled her nipples, squeezing them each time he gently bit her neck. Her wet, painted lips parted, eroticism branded on her face
“Take out your blush,” he said suddenly. It was the first time he had spoken and she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. She looked questioningly into the mirror and he repeated what he’d said. She removed the small, silver, rectangular compact from her bag and held it in her hand, waiting for him to speak again. “Now make up your nipples,” he said. The woman opened her compact and removed the small brush from inside. Hesitant, she ran it back and forth over the blush. Their eyes locked and she began to carefully stroke it across her nipples. No man had ever asked her to do this before and that, combined with the sensation of the brush over her skin, caused her to shiver. She watched herself, and she saw her large nipples become darker with the blush, and felt at the same time, his hardness pressed against her. She wanted to reach around and touch him — wrap her fingers around his swollen cock — but she restrained herself, enjoying the sensation of following his directions.
When she had made up both of her nipples, she sat the compact down on the dresser and pressed her body against his groin. He placed his hands on her hips and for several moments held her there, moving her ass back and forth, caressing her hips and thighs, drumming his fingers against her belly.
“Now cup your breasts in your hands,” he said. “Hold them up.” “Offer them to me and don’t move.” She had painted her long fingernails a deep red and saw them now against her white skin as she cupped her breasts. They appeared to be small slashes of crimson that seemed detached from her. He lowered one of his hands between her legs and began stroking her center with two fingers, circling, rubbing, and probing into her until she was dripping wet. Her knees began to shake and he told her once more not to move. With his other hand he began stroking her ass. Then he began circling the opening, moistening it with her juices. Slowly, he slid a finger inside, probing deeply, and his other hand lightly rubbed her clit, causing her to groan loudly.
He began stroking faster, his finger still moving in and out of her ass and this time she screamed, breathing uncontrollably. She felt an orgasm building inside her, like a long, rolling wave approaching a sandy shore. Then just as she was about to cum he withdrew his fingers from inside her. He placed one arm under her thighs, the other across her back, and lifted her into the air.
“Oh…” she said, as he carried her to the bed. Curled in his arms, she looked directly into his face now as he laid her down on the bed. His face was so close to hers, she could feel his warm breath upon her flesh.
“Put your tongue in my mouth and do it very slowly, he said, but don’t kiss me.” She opened her mouth, her sensual lips less than an inch from his, and did as he had instructed.
“Unbutton my jeans and take out my cock,” he said, as her tongue moved between his lips and entered his mouth. She reached down and undid the buttons of his fly, freeing his swollen member and holding it in one hand as he sucked on her tongue. His cock was thick and very hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. She pushed her tongue further into his mouth and he began to suck upon it, the sensation making their desires evident.
Suddenly, she withdrew her tongue from his mouth and slowly began to work her way down his belly. She teased him, making just enough contact with her lips to let him know you she was there. Her mouth stroked his cock, droplets of pre-cum sticking to her tongue as she pulled away. She suddenly engulfed him entirely into her throat, causing her to gag slightly. “Oh Fuck!” he yelled out in pure ecstasy.
She stopped, bringing her face back to his. “You want me?” she asked. “Yes, suck my cock, suck it now” he replied. She continued to stroke him as she looked deep into his eyes. She kissed him ever so gently and then continued to entice his hard body again. She licked across his chest, down his belly to his hard and throbbing manhood. She licked him underneath all the way from his ass to the head of his cock, teasing the tip with her tongue, her saliva all over him. He pulled her hair to the side and eagerly watched her suck his shaft and then her eyes met his as she dropped down and took his balls, one by one, into her mouth. “Suck it, suck my cock baby…mmmmmmmmmm” he moaned as her mouth worked its magic.
He was about to cum, and sensing it, she pulled off. “Not yet” she said in a stern, yet sexual voice; but he did not listen and grabbed her head and shoved her back onto his cock. He started to grind against her face, faster and faster. Her tongue ran up and down his throbbing shaft. Her fingers caressed his balls, as they slammed against her mouth. She slipped one finger into his ass and he danced against her face and she continued to take his swelling cock into her throat “I’m going to cum baby” He screamed. “Cum in my mouth,” she said just before engulfing him once again. He exploded filling her throat with his very essence. “Oh God take it.” He yelled in ecstasy. “Mmmmmmmmm” is all that could be heard as she swallowed him completely.
Moments later, she came up smiling, “I am not through with you yet,” she said. She turned her ass towards him shoving it in his face. “You want this pussy?” “You want to put your cock in me?” “YES, I wanna fuck you.” He groaned. She then began to play with her aching desire right in front of him. He stroked himself to hardness as he watched her eyes close in ecstasy. “Sit on my cock” he said as he began to harden again.
She slowly lowered her body onto his shaft. First just the head, then slowly a little more, until his entire cock submerged in her. Her body rose up and down on him, faster and faster as her ass pounded against his balls. “Ride me, ride me baby” he screamed as she took all of him.
“FUCK ME” she yelled out. “FUCK ME HARD.” He began to meet her downward thrust with an upward movement, slamming into her almost uncontrollably. Bodies grinding against one another, sweat pouring off them, his cock continued to slide in and out of her as they passionately kissed. She breathed into his mouth “OH GOD” and her vaginal muscles contracted around him, pulling his cock deeper into her center and her hot liquid began to flow.
The intensity of moment will never be forgotten. Their bodies were locked together, escaping into a realm unknown by most people. He gazed into her eyes, seeing nothing but pure bliss and the erotic energy that passed between them filled her body with passionate desire.
